Javier Ayala

Javier Ayala

Detroit Lakes

My honest reflection on a trip to Minnesota, and on meeting nearly all of my husband’s family. This will not be a short piece. It’s not something to read in a hurry. I’m asking you to read it all the…

The immigrant who breaks the mold

There is a kind of immigrant who makes people profoundly uncomfortable. Not only the system, but also a significant portion of immigrants themselves. But before I tell you which kind, I want to explain how I arrived here. Lately I…

The name on the card

There is a small gesture that repeats itself every time I go out to dinner with my husband. I pay. I hand my card to the server, a card with my name embossed on it, and when he returns to…